“Now I want to be inside my cunt, my wife. Let me roll over, so you can ride my cock.”
I groan and drop my head on his shoulder. “Your brother got to me first.”
“Asshole,” he grumbles.
“No, he was telling me rain on your wedding day is good luck, and us having sex is bad luck. We’re all on a ban, apparently.”
“Asshole for cockblocking me, but sentimental asshole because he’s not wrong. I wish you could have met Nonna.”
“Me too. But I love the way she lives in your memories.”
He nods and takes a deep breath. In it, I can hear how stressed he is.
“Let me help with your tension while you fill me in on what you did to Diego.” I sit up and start running my fingers up his spine, keeping my touch super soft, like feathers.
Valentine goes still, his eyes close, and the stress on his face recedes with each pass I make up and down his muscles. When I target areas that make him grunt under his breath, I add more pressure to my massage.
Climbing off, I go into my bathroom to get some body lotion. I swoop down to kiss his closed eyelids before climbing back on him again.
With the lotion, I stop being gentle and start to dig deeper into his tight muscles, stretching them out before moving on to the next sore spot. The noises Valentine makes as I dig my thumbs into his muscles are downright pornographic. I love them. And I love how he lets me spoil him.
47
Layne
My lips tingle like they’re covered in coffee-flavored popping candy after the flurry of kisses Valentine steals as he walks backward out of my room.
He growls against my lips, licking over the tingles. Maybe he can feel them too, but either way, we both reach for each other at the same time, to sample one another.
“Get out of here.” My words are nearly lost under giddy giggles and sweet sighs, but also because Valentine’s lips stay plastered over mine.
Owning the last kiss becomes a game neither of us is losing or trying too hard to end.
Only out of necessity, and Dante’s sentimental insistence we stick to a couple of traditions, do I revert to dirty tactics. I shove my tongue nearly down Valentine’s throat at the same time as shoving him in the chest, making him stumble out of my bedroom. I kick the door shut before I can change my mind about him and Dante’s traditions.
Valentine chuckles. And like always, it is deep, sexy as fuck, and the sound vibrates over my skin, making me smile, but also making me squeeze my thighs together. In the very next second, he twists our fun into something else as he speaks through the door. “I left you a dress to wear, Mrs. De Luca. I thought it would look stunning on you, but if you don’t like it, I won’t be offended.” I can clearly hear the suggestion in his voice, but I can feel he’s holding back on being persuasive in the words and tone he uses.
He really is so fucking sweet.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my hand hovering over the handle, about to give him my gratitude with another kiss, or two.
“I meant what I said about not wearing it if you don’t like it, though.” Valentine chooses to infuse his designation now, the push of assertion not because he doesn’t trust me to be honest about a dress but a push to remembering I have the freedom and space to be honest.
My Omega side goes soft, like a melted marshmallow, for all the little gifts they keep leaving. Most certainly, I get caught up in the sentimentality of receiving, irrespective of whether I like their gifts or not. But they push me to be truthful about if I like things or if I don’t. I’m starting to understand Pack De Luca wants to know the real me, which is the greatest gift of all. “Okay.”
“Good,” I hear him say softly, before his mood shifts again and we get down to business. “Dante will come and help you with your weapons when you’re ready.”
“I’m going to be armed?” It seems a stupid question, given what he said.
“Absolutely. I’m having trouble with control today, but knowing you’re armed helps. You’re my secret weapon. I don't foresee needing to rely on you, but I feel better knowing you’re behind me.”
I get giddy with my growing excitement, and my nerves, for today. My tummy does a loud gurgle, which I’m sure the whole world hears.
“I’ll get Matty to bring you some toast and a glass of lemonade.”
“Dante and I were going to make breakfast.”
“Plans change. Matty will deliver to you what you need.”
